A story about Greg Dulli
My friend and I got tickets to a recording session for a local radio station the day of an Afghan Whigs gig back in ‘96 on the Black Love tour. Meeting the band was what you’d expect of the Whigs in their prime—they’d had their share of crazy fans by then and had fun with it. Greg gave some convoluted fake name. We also met a couple of girls who seemed fun and interested, and watched the session together.
During the show I made eye contact with Doug Falsetti, who was playing congas, and for some reason winked as if in recognition. He smiled and nodded his head, and I hoped I hadn’t sent the wrong signal.
Later, we were feeling pretty good about the girls, ran into them outside the show that night, met up inside and had plans for later.
By the end of the night we were making eye contact again and knew it was on, until security came out and said everyone had to leave. Everyone, that is, but the girls we’d been working on throughout the day: ‘Greg wants you two backstage.’
We left a little disappointed, but hell … it was Greg Dulli.
Never did see Doug Falsetti again …
